Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[okteiviakom]

As requested, date night dinner had been Thai, and delicious. And dessert, right now, also delivered on both because it was banana roti.

And yet, Octavia could barely focus on it at all. Because of a talk, earlier in the week, there was... an anticipation, here. Still a little vague, still only mostly-but-not-entirely certain. Just hanging over the scene at the table, unspoken of but present.

About half of Octavia's serving of roti was still there, though rapidly vanishing. "You can really taste the banana."

[ooc: For that guy, and likely NSFW-bound.]

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[my_own_advocate]

For you, always, he almost texted, but Lucifer thought better of it.

No, he sent instead, I'm enjoying the feel of my hand...

[okteiviakom]

Stop

Mean, yes, she knew.

& go to the toy drawer

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled softly, a little breathless, but he obligingly pulled his hand from his cock (and sent her a picture, just to prove it).

Then he got up and reached for the drawer.

What next?

[okteiviakom]

2 options

And guess he could just... guess at what those were, for a moment. Because Octavia was thinking.

(Picturing things, in her mind.)

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer tilted his head as he opened the drawer up all the way. They had quite a collection, at this point. Two options...

Are you going to make me guess?

An idea did pop into his head, though. For next time, if this went well.

[okteiviakom]

Not that it was obvious, or relevant to what they were doing right now, but one of the strappy things was missing. Specifically, the one that worked more or less like a bra.

Anyway.

You can entertain me with a guess, sure

[my_own_advocate]

I assume it's something you can insert... one of the plugs?

Any answer was a good answer.

(He made a note of the missing strappy thing.)

[okteiviakom]

One plug, one something else
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[my_own_advocate]

A vibe, then. So which should I take? He could keep guessing, but. Well.

[okteiviakom]

Wrong

Tsk, Lucifer!

[my_own_advocate]

I didn't point out a specific one, Lucifer texted, and sighed, and sent her a picture of his hand hovering over the contents of the drawer.

[okteiviakom]

Wasnt a vibe at all, Octavia retorted.

She would put him out of his misery... into a new misery, in a moment.

[my_own_advocate]

I meant it as short for vibrator, Lucifer messaged wryly. [eggplant emoji]

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. Mostly at the emoji.

& and i meant a v i b r a t o r was never one of my two options

Technically, anyway, as would become obvious later.

[my_own_advocate]

Well, that leaves fewer options, Lucifer conceded. Put me out of my misery?

[okteiviakom]

Since you were so hung up on vibes, take the big plug

Which, yes, had the vibrating beads under the surface in the neck of it. The rimming simulation was the technicality.

& the remote

Of course.

No i wont be telling you what option 2 was

[my_own_advocate]

Evil mistress, Lucifer texted, but he took the big plug and the remote. Obediently.

[okteiviakom]

Now get comfortable, Octavia texted back, ignoring the name-calling because she knew he was doing what he was told, anyway.

Because youre going to work that thing into yourself

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer settled back down on the bed, considering the plug in his hands. Should he have kept playing the guessing game a bit longer?

His curiosity was going to eat him.

But he tossed that thought aside, reaching for the lube again. Needed to work himself open a bit, before he got this thing good and ready. And so he was quiet for a precious few minutes. Just... working with it.

The next picture she'd get was one of the plug, half-in, half-out, his legs up.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had risen from her seat, in the meantime. She wasn't going anywhere, really, she was just following an instinct to dim the lights in the living room some more. To make it feel more... intimate.

The picture made her pause where she was, and to exhale a pleased hum.

And... Yes, maybe that called for something more special than a text.

"Good progress," the recording of her voice said, raspy and low and oh-so private in its tone, "but you can take it all, soon, I know you can."

[my_own_advocate]

Oh. Lucifer's eyes fluttered shut at the sound of her voice, and... perhaps... he let himself get drawn into playing it again.

It made him ache.

And then he pressed again. Slowly, he felt his body take the plug, until the beads pushed in and suddenly-- it was flush against his skin.

He clicked record.

"Of course, darling," he said, his voice ragged. "I can take anything for you."

He moved the phone's camera away from his face and down, between his legs, where two of his fingers still pressed against the plug's base. Sent.

[okteiviakom]

Oh but he was beautiful, in every possible way.

Another voice message. She sounded pleased. Talked slow. "Maybe we should get you some even bigger toys."

Which was not a thing that had ever featured in any of Octavia's fantasies before, but maybe the safety of the distance and the half-unreal quality of only getting glimpses at what he was doing were helping her... play just that little bit more freely with batting around ideas.

A text followed: Now turn it on, straight to 3

There were six settings for the rotating beads and the vibration in the body, and she didn't want him to bother getting used to it on the lower ones.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had a sudden vision of Octavia in one of her more controlling moments, with a big-- right. He swallowed.

(Thinking about that too much felt like asking for trouble, with all things being as they were.)

Instead he clicked record again. Filmed himself picking up the remote and pushing it up one, two, three-- "Ah."

He almost fumbled with the phone before he managed to turn it off. He'd... forgotten what this toy could feel like. But now he remembered.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia may have been thinking something similar, as she made her way back to the couch, curling up again after another little sip from her glass.

(The cider probably helped, actually.)

And, yeah, that video proved she'd been right to go for that setting. Not that she was surprised, because she remembered vividly what the effects of this particular toy on him were.

Tell me how it feels

[my_own_advocate]

Something felt... right about answering her text with his voice, as if he was willingly giving up some power-- that she could stay dispassionate with her letters, where he with his voice could not.

"Well, it's still not genuine rimming or anything of the sort," he said, with a slight tremble in his voice. "But it's... distracting. I can feel it moving quite vividly... and sometimes it slides along places that are very, very sweet..."